Page 67 of The Laughing Game

“Doesn’t he look lovely?”

I swallowed. “Yes, Vihaal.”

“Now, Angel, I want you to do the honors. Strip him to the straps, please.”

My fingers itched to obey. I loved the gender-bending lingerie on him and found myself reacting strongly to it.

His skin positively glowed. The way the black fabric contrasted his pale skin and emphasized the areas of his body that might not draw attention otherwise, made me crazy. I wanted to lick him, and run my fingers under and over the thin straps, and stroke and pinch his nipples. Instead of challenging me, Gideon’s subtle masculinity was endearing and arousing. True, he wasn’t coated in thick hair or bulky with muscles, but he was undeniably male.

I stepped forward, my heart going wild at our proximity, and took hold of the waistband of Gideon’s pants, then took a deep breath and tugged them down. All the way.

Gideon stepped out of them and I moved back to get a good look.

The lines of the harness extended from his waist to slim bands that circled his thighs, reminding me of a garter belt with only the tops of the stockings. Gideon’s cock hung half-hard between his legs, looking pretty and seductive. He kept himself smooth all over, whether at Vihaal’s request, or for his own preference, I had no idea.

“Your turn, Angel,” Vihaal murmured. “But first, Gideon wants to kiss you.”

I took a breath and my eyes flashed to Vihaal. I returned my gaze to Gideon, who had moved closer. He took my chin and, with a glance at Vihaal, brought his open mouth to mine

My body zinged with bolts of lightning. I parted my lips and Gideon’s tongue snaked inside. He tasted like peppermint and chocolate. He was so soft and sweet, and I was a slave to him as much as to Vihaal.

I heard a grunt from the settee and imagined that Vihaal was enjoying this. I knew I was. When Gideon pulled back, he was fully erect and grinning like he had many, many secrets to share.

“Look what you do to him, Angel,” Vihaal murmured. “And me.”

Vihaal gestured to the very obvious tent in his pants.

“Good. I’m glad,” I said. Then I remembered myself. “Yes, Vihaal.”

He shrugged and pursed his lips, blinking with affection in an imaginary kiss.

I undid the top buttons on my linen shirt while I tried to collect myself. I was already so turned on and excited about what might happen over the next hour.

“I didn’t even think to buy fancy lingerie, Vihaal,” I said, undoing the last button on my shirt, and pulling it off. I let it drop to the floor.

“What a shame,” Vihaal murmured, eyeing me with consideration.

I met his gaze as I proceeded to undo my pants and tug them past my expensive, and very tight boxer briefs. At least I’d upgraded my underwear, thanks to our shopping escapade. The royal blue briefs clung to my ass and hips and outlined my erection well.

“Mmm,” was all Vihaal said.

Then I was naked. Standing in a dedicated kink room with two hot and adventurous men, who were examining me like I was up for auction. I was a little scared, a little self-conscious, and a lot turned-on.

“Follow me,” Vihaal said.

He led us over to the area of the room that contained the large bed.

“Angel, I want you to get up and kneel there, facing us,” he said, pointing at the foot of the mattress.

“Wait,” I said, struggling for breath all of a sudden.

“Yes?”

“So…this is a lot.”

“I understand.”

“Is there something I can say if I need things to slow down, but don’t necessarily want them to stop?”

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